I was color blind,
But with her I saw clarity, so much more.
I lacked what they called laughter,
But our jokes cracked me up, so much more.
Life usually seems so waste,
But there is always more to it, so much more.
I realized so many dreams,
And still had dreams so many more.
Letters stopped coming. Seasons changed.
But I had ink bottle still half full. For I had to write so much more.